I put no faith in my feelings
they do not tell me the truth
clarity is lost in color
the picture they paint is an impressionist work
a high point in the art of fooling myself.
Feelings are a baby seal that must be clubbed
a puppy that must be left by the side of the road
how that makes you feel cannot be trusted
it’s a Judas kiss before dying
the maternal embrace of a Venus flytrap.
Sadness is quicksand hate is a lightning storm
love is a fog
if you seek clarity rip out your heart
but make pains to leave your brain intact
you will need wits to see your way clear.
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